I AM SO SORRY! I've been really busy with school and homework and a broken wrist, it took me forever to update. But I'm back, and better than ever. And Dibs on Fang? If you don't let me blow whatever it is up with you, I definitely will stop you. This chapter is basically a short, boring filler while I try to remember what happens in New Moon. I have a bad memory and I can't remember the sequence of events.
James Patterson owns Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and Dibs on Fang and I own the plot. Capiche?
I got out of bed. Everything seemed so boring lately. It's been so long since I'd gotten in a fight with anyone. Punching Matt...Mutt...Matthew...Happy Boy definitely didn't count as a fight. What was driving me insane was that I had no freaking clue where my flock was.
I was hanging around in Bella's house—a girl I barely knew—, and I was going to school. I had finally lost it.
That movie we watched yesterday was crap. The action sequences were lousy and unrealistic, Jacob stole half my popcorn under the threat of tickling me, and the movie as a whole was stupid. The scene I had been forced to endure after that had been even worse.
Happy Boy had been puking his guts out. I had to agree with Jacob on that one. He was a major marshmallow. Bella wouldn't let me get out of there without her, either. That scene looked completely disgusting. Sure, I had seen worse, but this was by no means pleasant.
By the time I was ready, Bella walked towards me, casually tossing the phone onto her bed. "Hey, Max. Coming? Time's a-wasting."
"Bleugh," I pretended to gag, but I followed her out of the room, then out of the house. Bella grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter on the way.
"Do we have to go?" I whined to her. Bella turned to me.
"Yes, Max. We are going. End of story. Deal with it," she told me firmly. I raised my hands in the air.
"Okay, Bells. Cool it," I advised. "Quick reminder. If Happy Boy annoys me again, I am not responsible for what happens to his face. Hmm. It's been so long since I really did anything, all my muscles are stiff. Stretching would be nice."
"Max," Bella warned. I sighed. Why did she always have to be so responsible?
Class was the same as always. Long, and boring, and a waste of time. Bella caught up with me at lunch and led me to a table away from her other friends. I could have hugged her right then. YES! No more Mike.
"I love you, Bella. No more Happy Boy," I cheered quietly. She smiled gently.
"You're welcome. I thought you might want a break from his presence. We can't go to La Push today. Or at least, I can't. I've got some stuff to do. You wanna go?"
"Sure," I agreed. I wasn't quite certain why, but it would give me something to do. Normally, I craved relaxation, but not without my flock.
I drifted through class half asleep. Happy Boy wasn't being too annoying. I guess he had gotten the hint from the breaking of his nose.
I unfurled my wings and started to fly. My wing was a bit sore, but I think it was mainly healed by now. The stiffness was probably lack of use.
I drifted around vaguely before heading over to La Push.
When I got closer, my eyes narrowed. Something was going on down there. I squinted, trying to make out more details. I couldn't.
I swooped down. Guess I'd have to see from farther down.
